Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2008 17:40:50 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com"
Subject: CALLATIS 116AD (Gay, Historical)
CALLATIS' NEWEST BROTHEL: 116 AD
[It's Hard to Compete with Slaves]
by Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)
Its reputation didn't take long to establish itself. "Prime stock at
a reasonable price" was the phrase used on the placards posted throughout
the province and that just about summed it up. It was just another reason
to take some days off in the Roman Empire's province of Macedonia (which
includes the country of Romania currently) that was a rich source of grain,
slaves, and minerals and where most any diversion was available if one had
the money.
Actually, Callatis' residents had few slaves available or affordable
until the Romans arrived. Before the Roman Armies, Macedonia had never
been seriously harvested for slaves and breeding the few existing slaves
had never gotten organized in those unsettled times. The Romans provided
the muscle, the marketing know how, and the high degree of organization
that massive enslavement of a population requires.
As a result of Roman conquest, neighboring Dalmatrie had a well
organized network of slave dealers trading in huge quantities for over 130
years now, Thracia for the past two centuries, and even tiny Epirus had
been exporting slaves directly to Roman markets for 100 years. But
Macedonia had got into it late - just 20 years ago, the first public slave
markets of any real selection opened in Callatis as they quickly spread to
even the smallest towns in Macedonia. Like the other Roman provinces, the
first slaves had been primarily war captives, but quickly began to include
all the usual sources: impoverished parents selling off their children; the
booty of clandestine entrepreneurial slave catchers roaming the
countryside; kidnap victims of privateers; imports from other provinces
where the trade was much more established and slaves were routinely
commercially bred for the market; and, of course, buying them off of
corrupt judges, magistrates, generals, and other government officials who
were always interested in a quick profit and could easily legally sentence
a person to slavery. Slaves were always popular throughout the Empire, but
sold best in areas where cheap labor and easy sexual exploitation was
always in demand.
But the newest male brothel in Callatis ( The Palace of Male Whores')
was a microcosm of how the wide availability of slaves throughout the Roman
Empire often made life difficult for free citizens without means who had to
work for a living. For the Palace of Male Whores' was staffed by both
slaves bought at market with the demands of the house in mind and good
looking free men trying to support themselves by selling their services
within the house specialities. The problem was universal throughout the
Empire and historical wherever slavery was present, e.g., a massive influx
of slaves onto Mesopotamia put the small farmer onto welfare and city
workers into chronic unemployment; the Nubian slaves so popular in Egypt
had put the Egyptian peasants into jeopardy, the slaves imported from the
Greek colonies had often put the Greek citizen into economic hardship, and
now that the city of Rome itself was composed of at least 40% slaves, the
middle class there was forced out of work, unable to compete with dirt
cheap labor and
speaking animals' who had no choice in what they were required to so, etc.
Now a small whore house in the Macedonian town of Callatis once again
demonstrated how hard it was for a free man to compete with a slave who
could be made to do any work assigned, do it longer and harder than most
free men would tolerate, and do it at a price below a living wage for those
who still had to pay for their own food, shelter, and, where appropriate,
clothing.
The Palace of Male Whores' was about a 15 minute walk from the civic
center of Callatis - far enough away to take advantage of low land costs
and offer considerable privacy to its customer base. Most everyone just
discretely called it the the new Palace' although that was rather
grandiose. The Palace' really wasn't all that large - just eight
good-sized bedrooms, a really big tavern area off the entrance with a small
bath in an attached wing and a small stage off the lounge area. The decor
was Greco/Roman but in a rather tasteful way, and above all the place was
clean and tidy.
The place was fully staffed: each bedroom featured a separate choice
of manflesh along with a single manager who doubled as the tavern keeper.
Five of the eight boys were slaves, but three were free boys who chose this
occupation for themselves. All eight were buck naked of course so the
customer could see what they were buying and all eight had thick brass
bands around their genitals so their equipment was prominently displayed.
All eight also had nice muscular bodies with good definition, were
exceptionally good looking, and all sported nice size pricks which they
managed to keep at least semi-erect when the customers were looking them
over. You could easily tell who the slaves were by their thick metal
collars and the ownership brands on their butts and pectorals.
If it wasn't for those ownership marks, there was no way to tell the
difference outside of the fact the free boys worked eight hour shifts and
then went home; the free boys were paid 40% of the fee the manager got for
their use; and the free boys technically could turn down servicing a
customer and could turn down certain demanded activities but to do so ran a
high risk of terminating their employment and they knew it. The slaves, of
course, couldn't turn down any request by anyone and worked all the time
there was a customer in the house and they weren't sleeping or eating. On
the other hand, the slaves had a roof over their head, were properly fed,
and got medical attention as needed - they cost plenty and were well taken
care of as a result.
The free boys faced the housing, food, and health care costs on their
40% take. The
freedom' to leave when you wanted and to turn down a particularly
repulsive customer cost a boy plenty. It was damn hard to make ends meet
what with the cost of food and rent nowadays no matter how many you took on
to service each and every night.
The slaves were subject, of course, to strict discipline and the
manager wasn't adverse to using the whip at the slightest excuse to keep
his property in line and devoted to their assigned duties. If that didn't
instantly change behavior, some missed meals usually did. If all this
didn't work (and it invariably did), the slave was simply sold off to a far
worse fate like the mines or a road building crew, and replaced quickly
from the holding pens at the local market. The threat of being sold off
alone keep most slaves in strict obedience to their master and constantly
demonstrating their willingness to do anything to keep the customers happy.
The free boys weren't whipped, but were chronically getting
disciplinary cuts out of their pay for lack of a willing attitude or
troublesome behavior, punishment lay-offs' of several days of unemployment
for not hustling hard enough, and, of course, the threat of losing their
job if they weren't totally cooperative in fulfilling the mission of the
house at all times. Without employment, you faced starvation, possible
enslavement for vagrancy, or, more likely, a 30-year draft into the Roman
Legions with assignment to some of the worst hell holes in the known world,
the volunteers into the Legion getting the better assignments.
The slave boys actually thought they were better off, all things
considered, although they worried what would happen when their bodies aged
and they lost their appeal. They knew the day would come when they would
be sold off as draft slaves where they weren't worth any more than the
labor that could be extracted from their body over the years. But, then,
the free boys faced the same dilemma, except they'd have the added task of
trying to find employment, none too easy when slave labor was invariably
cheaper overall with the price of slaves coming down steadily as the supply
rapidly increased year after year.
Octavian (all the local whores were given common Latin names which
were pronounceable to their Roman customers), one of the free boys at the
"Palace of Male Whores" was 29 now, old for a boy in his profession. He
had no skills outside of the bedroom, no assets beyond his handsome body,
he was totally illiterate having had no schooling, but was healthy and
disease free at this point. He had been able to save nothing over the
years, what with the high cost of food and rent, and knew unemployment was
rampant in Callatis currently. The best he could hope for as he got too
old to hustle was trying to get work as a slave overseer for a Roman
construction firm operating in the city which was hot and exhausting,
requiring constant use of your arms in whipping the last vestige of energy
out of the worn out animals assigned to you, and which paid a lot less than
he was currently earning as a rent boy. Another possibility would be
getting hired on as a slave breaker' at the local slave market where his
assigned task would be to acclimate those new to slavery to their new role
in life. But that too was hard work: constant whipping took it out of you
over time as did hearing all the screams as the new trainees were burnt,
whacked, lashed, and fucked until finally you had a piece of flesh that
would sell well on the market, now totally compliant and subservient to
whoever bought them. The only scenario he saw feasible at this point was
to work at the Palace as long as he could, give up the privilege of turning
down even the most repulsive of customers, and doing anything, absolutely
anything a customer could dream up, no matter how nauseating he once
thought it was. One of his friends working at another house' in another
Macedonian town admitted he was down to letting a customer's mongrel dog do
him one night when no other customers wanted him. Octavian had begun
thinking about all this when he noticed it was getting harder and harder to
show hard when the customers wanted to look him over.
Sippio, another free boy, was only 17 and had not a worry in his head
outside of resenting the competition he had from the slave boys who took
any and all and had no choice but to work their balls off if they wanted to
avoid the manager's ever ready whip. Right now, his youth, his dark good
looks, and his thick 9" prick practically guaranteed all the work he could
handle: having the locals and a few old Roman men suck him off and poking
them in the butt until they screamed in delight. But Sippio found out
there weren't too many brothel customers interested in being passive,
outside the small number of women customers (usually twice his age)
patronizing the brothel interested in a good fucking under their direction.
At first, he resented deep throating the predominately male customers, but
quickly learned that's what every single one of them expected for their
money. Over time, he even learned to swallow their cum without a fuss.
But it took a while to getting used to taking it up the ass himself. But
the manager made it clear he didn't have room for a boy not willing to
peddle his ass when that's what a customer wanted and so he now got on all
fours with his legs spread wide or flat on his back with his legs up over
his shoulders whenever the manager translated the Latin into the local
dialect - "he wants to fuck you, boy," and it wasn't put as a question but
a command. Within the first month at the Palace, he was totally versatile'
as the manager put it. "Whores have to be versatile," the manager had told
him, "or they're not worth having around." About half of Sippio's
customers were Macedonians, the other half Romans stationed there. Outside
of their language, Sippio couldn't see much difference. The Macedonians
usually had medium brown hair and dark eyes and were typically a little
taller and more muscular. The Romans were more varied, but, overall, were
slightly shorter, had more prominent noses, were better fed, and tipped
better. Both groups had their share of those wanting to experience the
highly unusual but Romans seemed to prefer boys for their sex given a
choice while Macedonians were often just getting use to this new avenue of
pleasure (now that the easy accessibility of slave boys for this purpose
were fully available and their Roman overlords had made it trendy).
Macedonians often came out with calls to their barbarous local gods when
they shot off; Romans simply said "By Jove," or "By the Gods" when they
emptied their balls. Neither group were very curious about who they were
fucking; where they came from; what their life goals were or how they ended
up as a whore. Sippio worked a full eight hour shift, then partied around
at the local taverns with his daily take before sacking out in the filthy
little hole he rented getting ready for the next day at the Palace.' As
far as he was concerned, he was living the good life' and saw no need to
change his routine.
The third free boy had the Latin name of Longinus who could have
passed for a Northern Roman with his gray eyes, blondish hair, and milky
skin. A bastard child of a Callatin whore and a one-night stand with a
Roman legionnaire recruited from the Germanic regions, he'd been raised in
an army whorehouse run exclusively for the convenience of occupying Roman
legionnaires. By the age of 10, Longinus pretty well knew what men needed
and wanted enough to pay money for. By the time, he was 13, he knew that
included fresh young boys like himself with a pretty face, a smooth
muscular body, and an eager cooperative attitude. At 15, he looked as old
as an 18-year-old and his manhood was as big as any man he ever
saw. Telling the Palace' manager he was 18, he was signed on immediately
and had been there for three years now (making Longinus truly18 years old).
Longinus had learned lots of tricks over the years while growing up in an
Army whore house and was noted now for the number of customers he could
satisfy in one night before wearing down, his curiosity in trying out
anything a customer could come up with, and his total willingness to take
on anything or anybody as long as they paid. He'd never thought of doing
anything but what he was doing - indeed, he thought those who worked in the
trade shops or serving in the taverns were either too stupid to know better
or were too ugly to be able to do anything else. The only problem he saw
was the competition he was getting from the handsome, well hung slave boys
bought up to work the houses.' He knew damn well if they got any cheaper
at the marketplace, he couldn't keep charging what he currently was getting
and he resented the
unfair competition' as he put it. If it got so bad he started going hungry
or having to sleep on the streets, he was seriously considering selling
himself into slavery and giving his sales price to his mother as a nest egg
to possibly buy herself out of her current slavery if she wanted. After
that, he would be someone else's problem at least as long as he could still
spread his legs and smile or suckle a big prick all the way down his
throat. His mother had done that when she was just 21 and she'd never
missed a meal, always had a roof over her head, and even was allowed to
keep the bastard child with her until he could earn his own keep as long as
he was of some help around the house and didn't eat too much. But, now
that she was getting old, she might want to buy herself out of slavery if
she had the means and what he would currently bring on the market would
certainly give her enough to do that and more.
The five slaves at the Palace' were the wave of the future as far as
the house manager could see. Prices were steadily decreasing at the
markets as more and more slaves became available; the variety of boys
available in the slave markets was so vast now you could find most anything
imaginable given a little time and patience; and limitations on slave usage
was non- existent now that they weren't just playthings of the super rich
and powerful and Roman law establishing them as absolute chattel property
was firmly established..
When slavery wasn't well established in Macedonia as it was now under
Roman occupation, the few items available were so damn expensive only high
government officials, the noblemen's courts, and rich merchants could
afford them. Being so expensive, any slave worth looking at became a "show
object," being constantly paraded around nude in public beside their owners
as a status symbol and being sexually used in public by their owners as
much as a show of power as of lust. These relatively scarce slaves who
happened to be well hung and handsome had quite a time of it being flaunted
hard and naked in public for their status value as much as anything.
Astute dealers used to sell goods like this as "a real Adonis, this one,"
or "he's the king's choice among those on the market this week" or "think
of this boy as a gift from the gods - rare, expensive, and coveted." Such
salesmanship was usually accompanied by a steady fondling of the object
being sold so that the enviable sexual equipment was shown off properly.
Now, these "gift of the gods" boys were a dime a dozen and well
affordable by the middle- class locals. The old and ugly were priced where
even the majority of free Macedonians (the unskilled lower classes) could
afford at least one piece of human refuse. These cheap slaves were useful
for cleaning up after you and draining your balls even if they were pretty
well over the hill and damn ugly to look at anymore. But as the town
criers hawking such "value slaves" claimed, "Who needs a gift of the gods'
when a plain boy does the job just as well?"
Display stands in front of the major slave dealers took to showing a
heavily collared gray- haired slave in his late 50s on his knees sucking
off a young man in his 20s sporting a big smile of satisfaction on his face
who would state to the audience, "A slave like this only cost the
equivalent of an as or two a week (a low value Roman coin) so anyone can
afford to own a slave themselves. I should have bought a slave like this
years ago and, just think, I can always trade him in for something better
when my means increase even a little." Just at that point, the young man
speaking shot his load deep down the slave's throat while the old slave
swallowed it down without a hitch, smacking his lips in appreciation.
Marcus, the house manager and proprietor, reflected on his modest
operation in the small town of Callatis in the huge Roman province of
Macedonia, one of 28 such provinces throughout the known world. Even in his
small town, there were four flourishing brothels: one exclusively stocked
with female slaves; one stocked with both female and male slaves; one
featuring free boys and girls exclusively, but mainly male whores; and his
own with both free and slave male whores. In every Roman province in the
world, there must be tens of thousands of brothels, most of them staffed
with slaves and, probably, a good 40%, if not more, male. Romans, as the
Greeks before them, appreciated the pleasures both genders could provide,
but tended to view free females as mainly appropriate for carrying on the
family lineage and slaves, both male and female, as providing the real
pleasures to be had in a full sex life. Male whores had their definite
advantages, however. One, they didn't lose working time to pregnancy; two,
they offered a greater exercise in expressing one's own dominance and power
over another human being. The downside was they weren't constantly
producing new slaves in their wombs that could be eventually sold at
considerable profit, but male slaves could be utilized as breeding studs at
least. Marcus also reflected on all the free citizens working in brothels
alongside all those slaves: most were equally attractive in that they
couldn't get a job there if they weren't handsome and sexually appealing;
they couldn't hold the job if they weren't sexually satisfying to the most
fastidious customers; they had to be ambitious if get and hold a brothel
job. But most had a lazy streak - they would rather have a chronically
sore ass and aching jaws than the back aches and arm and leg muscular pains
that came from more traditional lines of work. And they complained far
more than a slave would ever dare about a temporarily bleeding asshole
after a particularly vigorous fucking or the panic of gagging and
suffocating from having an unusually large prick forced down their
throat. The worst part was their reputation for being unreliable - it
wasn't often you saw a free brothel boy who had stuck with it for more than
a few years. With slaves, after you purchased them, they were in place and
on full duty until their owner said otherwise. Was it any wonder, then,
that most brothels stocked more slaves than free citizens? And that the
trend was certainly headed toward 100% slave stock in the brothels? Marcus
reflected that currently two- thirds of his whores were slaves and he was
looking forward to the day when it was 100%. His problems would be
considerably less after he raised the capital to buy three or more
exceptionally appealing boys for his establishment to replace the free boys
he currently employed.
The Palace's current slave properties had all been renamed
appropriately (in Latin):
Devilish Delight,' Stud,' Big Prick,' Chocolate,' and I'm Yours.' Slaves
were typically renamed with each new owner and house boys' usually ended up
with catchy little names that customers could easily remember and which
would emphasize the boy's slave status. But they were easy to identify even
if you had never heard their names. The thick neck collars, the brands on
their butts and well-shaped pectorals told everyone they were owned
property. Most of the slaves had been fitted with other bodily
accouterments as well since you didn't need their permission to install
them: tit rings where the slave had nice looking nipples to draw attention
to a nicely muscled set of pecs; ear rings where their face was probably
their best feature; nose rings on the ruggedly masculine slave where a
controlled' look might be appealing; and ankle and wrist bands to emphasize
especially appealing hands and feet or where manacling might be appealing
to a customer. [As stated earlier, all the house boys, slave and free, wore
genital bands to insure proper display of their sexual equipment.]
Devilish Delight' had been in the house two years now. He was a very
dark brown (probably from the province of Mauretania in Northern Africa),
had been sold into slavery when he was 17 by a local magistrate looking for
some easy money since his family had deserted him when he was arrested for
stealing a local merchant's 9-year-old slave boy and then tried to sell the
boy to a traveling caravan passing through. The thief was nicely muscled
and heavily equipped, a gift of his African heritage perhaps. He was also
quite handsome with sparkling dark eyes, beautiful long eyelashes and a
body naturally devoid of body hair. His nicely shaped butt and sculptured
pecs, along with his big circumcised prick had immediately received
attention the minute he was put in the slave pens and his life there was
nothing more than a steady series of rapes each night the minute the lights
went out and the guards either went home or joined in the fun. When the
time came to be auctioned off, the probable fate of any slave halfway
decent looking being fucked by an owner was seen as a relief rather than a
predicament. Collared and banded and on the block sparkling clean and
glistening with olive oil all over his nude body, he tried his best to
present himself to get the best price and a decent owner who would want to
protect his new expensive property. Devilish Delight was bought by slave
wholesaler who planned to sell the boy where his darkish looks would be
novel and up his price. Consequently, he was shipped to far off Macedonia
and ended up being sold by his owner's agent associated with a large local
slave dealer in Callatis.
When Master Marcus, the Palace of Male Whores' manager, bought him and
his new duties were explained along with his new name, the slave
brightened. People were now going to pay to use him which meant he must be
worth something, he had a manager who had paid so much for him he was sure
to take pretty good care of his new property, and what was expected of him
sounded easier that being constantly raped by the scum of society like in
the Mauritanian holding pens as well as the slave galley bringing him here
across the Great Sea. When he met the other slaves his new master owned,
they looked well fed and reasonably happy although it was obvious they were
kept pretty busy with all the customers the house attracted.
Master Marcus decided to fit him with heavy silver rings in both tits
and a matching nose ring drilled through his septum to enhance his new name
Devilish Delight.' That nose fitting hurt like hell and took a good two
weeks to completely heal up, but, during that time, he was still getting
used to the shiny new (but very heavy) collar and genital band he had also
been fitted with at the same time. Devilish Delight had to agree, with the
heavy band encasing his genitals, the slave brands on his body, and all the
new body fittings, he did indeed look like a Devilish Delight' as far as a
customer was concerned, especially when he was usually offered to the
customer with a leash hooked to his nose ring for their convenience in
leading him back from the main lobby (where they had a chance to look him
over good before selecting him) to the bed in his room where they could do
whatever they wanted with him. Devilish Delight had seen his first totally
naked adult male slave when he was just five years old, an extraordinarily
handsome lad being led around butt naked for display by the town's Roman
governor and biggest land owner. At the time, it never occurred to him he
would end up being a slave himself, but here he was, nose and tit rings and
all - and available for anyone to fuck who had a few coins in their pocket.
Stud' was aptly named in view of the piece of meat between his
legs. He was tall, blond, blue-eyed, smooth skinned and looked liked a
warrior from the far lands of the North if they had gone around naked all
the time. In no way did he resemble either a Macedonian or a Roman, nor
should he - he was an imported slave from Germanica where young people got
enslaved in mass for even the hint of resisting Roman rule. Gustav, his
free name, was just 16 when his tribe made a futile resistance against
Roman invasion of his ancestor's land and the Legion's slave agents rounded
up his tribe, chained them together, and eventually herded them off to the
huge slave markets of Rome where he was branded, broken to his new status
of a speaking animal,' taught to appropriately respond to a few basic
commands in Latin, and learned all about being routinely sexually used by a
long series of professional slave trainers who were permanent staff in any
Roman slave processing facilities. Due to the huge importation of slaves
from Germanica at that time (and the low prices they were getting at
auction), most slaves that year were shipped out of Roman markets to where
their large size, docile manners once broken, unusual but appealing looks,
and usually nicely shaped and large easily aroused sexual organs would
bring much better prices. Consequently, Gustav had eventually been
transported to Callatis where white blonds were selling at a premium. Body
shaved, collared and genitally banded, he was chained to a sales dais along
with hundreds of other animals' in Callatis' largest slave market where,
for three solid days, he was stroked, pinched, rubbed, and fondled until
finally bought by a man from within the city. That man was Master Marcus,
the manager of the Macedonian brothel where his small stall now was his new
home.
Stud,' as Master Marcus had renamed him, was a sensation when he
first arrived at the brothel due to his novel blond hair and blue eyes as
well as his huge manhood almost always erect nowadays due in part to the
very tight fitting brass band around his genitals. His novelty hadn't worn
off for the four years he had been there now although his familiarity with
what his customers wanted out of his body had increased
considerably. Although he still preferred sex with women (and he had plenty
of women customers at the Macedonian brothel there in Cattalis, especially
the Roman women patronizing the local brothel who couldn't afford some male
slaves of their own), he had long ago abandoned any preferences of his own
and concentrated on getting what enjoyment he could out of his customers,
no matter what they wanted. Consequently, by now he actually enjoyed being
fucked by some of the more attractive men buying his services, relished
fresh cum as a nice change from the nourishing but cheap boring mush
typically fed slaves, and, knowing he had no choice, had learned to
tolerate everything else with a smile on his face and a willing
attitude. Stud's ass and throat was usually sore from all the use he got,
but he was able to unload his balls periodically so he couldn't complain
too much. Besides, it was flattering to be so desired that men and women
would pay big fees to enjoy his body. As he quickly realized when he was
first up for sale in the markets of Rome itself, few other slaves had a
body as attractive as his and even fewer could sport as huge a prick as
swung between his legs. Stud, Master Marcus noted, had made a good
adjustment to his circumstances and the Master,' as Marcus was known, had
little to no trouble with the blond slave. If the truth were known, even
the manager had a thing for the slaveboy, and bedded him down whenever he
had a free moment. Master Marcus knew this ran the risk of spoiling' the
slave, but he was willing to take that risk. After all, if the slave got
lippy or forgot his place in the world, a good solid whipping invariably
brought a handsome piece of property like this back to their senses.
Big Prick' was just that and it was his nicely shaped penis as much
as his rugged good looks that kept the bids going up and up when he was
auctioned off five years ago when he was just 17. Before that, he'd been
one of seven boys being brought up by poverty-ridden parents in the remote
back hills of Asia Minor. During that boyhood, he had learned to make the
wine the area was noted for, got used to always being hungry, hunted for
small game, and screwed the local girls who were generally pretty
cooperative.
The mountains of this region were rich hunting grounds for slavers in
that the prey were easy to catch, their disappearance meant one less mouth
to feed for the parents who didn't really search much for their missing
child, and the catch itself didn't seem to mind too much - for once they
got enough to eat in that their captors took very good care of them in view
of their market value. They especially liked the fact someone valued them
and thought they had something to offer - mainly their bodies but so what -
no one before thought they were worth much of anything. Even being
stripped of their clothing wasn't hard to get used to when all the other
captives were stripped to the buff also. Being stroked and fondled did
take some getting used to, but, as they soon discovered, it felt pretty
good - usually better than when their girl friend of the day played around
with them before they were captured. When his "training" got serious, he
found out real quick he was expected to suck prick and take it up the ass
and, like most of the others, it took a lot of whip on his butt and several
days of no food and water before he realized it was get fucked or die under
the lash. But, like all the other captives, when he hurt enough and got
hungry enough, he was down on his knees along with everyone else and
learned to grin and bear it. After a while, though, after being "broken
in," he learned it wasn't as bad as he thought. Sometimes, when being
fucked, knowingly or not, they stimulated his prostate and he got off in a
big way. Since they didn't allow him to get off at all on his own, it was
a real relief, even if he was being fucked up his ass to get that relief.
And, he discovered, cum tasted damn good when all they gave you to eat was
all the slave mush you wanted (which tasted like the swill he used to feed
his family's pigs.)
None of the other boys captured, like him, could read or write, and
the only information they ever got was on how fortunate slaves were to find
an owner who would take care of them; that slavery was now prevalent in
every part of the known world so it must be right or that couldn't be;
that, as they well knew, slavery had been around as long as human history
so it was part of the natural order of things; that slaves had an
obligation to utilize their bodies for their owner's pleasure and profit in
small return for being taken care of; that their gods, whoever they might
be, thought slavery was a good idea in that it was condoned and even
praised over and over in all religions of the world; and that slaves liked
being slaves because they didn't have to worry about food, shelter, or
finding a job to support themselves - their owner took care of all those
worries for them.
Big Prick,' whose parents had named him something totally
unpronounceable to the Latin tongue, never did like getting fucked nearly
as much as liked fucking. In that respect, he wasn't unlike many of the
other boys rounded up by the slave catchers. But his trainers' told him
many buyers liked a boy who sort of resented being fucked, but knew, as a
slave, they didn't have any option but to cooperate. They claimed the
hidden resentment at having yet another prick shoved down their throat or
up their butt only added to their appeal to a surprisingly large number of
buyers nowadays. And, of course, they pointed out, there was always the
chance of being bought by a mistress - they sold about as many male slaves
to women owners as men these days. The problem there was that female owners
tended to fuck you half to death and they seldom let you have any relief -
they wanted their slave studs fresh to use over and over and over and for
that they forbid you to have any debilitating orgasm. So you just had to
learn to control yourself to avoid the whip and it wasn't easy - especially
when you were servicing' them for the sixth time that day! Toward that
end, Big Prick' was trained to satisfy both men and women owners - as a
newly made slave, he quickly learned that what he wanted had nothing to do
with it.
Once Big Prick' graduated from his training regime, he was caged and
shipped with about 60 others just like him from Asia Minor on a slave
galley to the island of Delos in the Great Sea, a Roman transshipment depot
for fresh stock which had a huge slave auction each and every day.
Big Prick' saw thousands and thousands of slaves being auctioned off in
the first few days after he arrived and even more in the vast holding pens
being groomed for upcoming auctions. He and the others shipped down with
him in the galley were put in the holding pens for fattening up,' physique
building exercising to get better muscle definition, and to be available
for thorough examination by prospective buyers prior to their scheduled
auction. Those examinations involved having his balls squeezed, weighed
and handled until they were sore, his prick stroked until it was chafed to
the point of being raw, his tits pinched and poked until they too were
swollen and raw, and being milked so often his balls were swollen (as well
as sore) as potential slave wholesalers studied how much cum he produced,
how thick it was, how it tasted, and, most importantly, that the slave
never flinched or objected to being handled like any stud animal.
After the slave company had bought him in a large lot with other
slaves, he was again placed on a slave galley and sent to the slave markets
of Alexandria where every type of slave in the world could be obtained, no
matter how unusual or odd. It was in the holding pens there that
Big Prick' found out women examined slaves just as thoroughly as men, if
not more so, when it came to being resold to an individual owner, and that
took some getting used to when he was being sold off by the big slave
wholesaling companies that had first bought them in lot batches of 100 or
more bodies at once.
At first, he blushed bright red when a mistress stroked him until he
shot off in her hand, or when a girl younger than he was played with his
tits until they got rock hard and even bled a little in her fingers. But
Big Prick' noted all the other slaves were being examined just like this
and, fearing the whip or the hot irons the handlers there in the holding
pens used at the slightest provocation, they all cooperated fully with
never a hint of rebellion or resistance visible.
But Big Prick' did notice that many of them, like himself, at least
initially blushed a lot (some were so embarrassed they even had tears
spilling down their cheeks during the first examinations), but, eventually,
all seemed to just accept their fate and thrust their organs out as they
had been trained for being stroked, fondled, massaged, or played with the
minute any potential buyers, male or female, indicated an interest in them.
Those that didn't soon found themselves writhing on the ground in agony
from the pain of the hot irons burning their flesh or screaming as the
whips torn into their backsides. It was a lot easier and more sensible to
just let the prospective buyers do what they wanted with you. Some of the
smarter slaves smiled and pretended they liked nothing better than being
jerked off in public and that it was an honor for a teenage girl or a
spoiled boy of 14 masturbating them while their father instructed them on
the finer points of thoroughly examining a slave animal.' Big Prick
quickly learned in the huge Delos holding pens that most people looking the
stock over viewed them as animals, no different that a horse, cow, or mule.
Slaves were property bought for their work potential, owners could do
anything they wanted with their property, and slaves were subject to be
sold off whenever their owners tired of them or their purpose for buying
the slave had disappeared. Roman slave wholesalers as well as individual
slave buyers shared this perspective of the human livestock identified by
the brands on their butts and the collars around their necks. That
perspective was indeed shared by all within the Roman Empire.
When he had been a boy in Asia Minor, he would never have dreamed
people could view other people like this, but he had been very naive in his
sheltered childhood. But the Roman world (including their laws) clearly
classified slaves as what they were, animals, and themselves as another
species. It made it easy to handle slavery morally, physically,
psychologically and economically that way. Once you no longer viewed the
property in the cages as human, but as animals just like any other animal,
it made it easy to talk about them as if they weren't there; it made it
easy to stroke them off in public as if they had no feelings about being
treated this way; it made it easy to stick your finger up their ass to test
for tightness as if they were a piece of clay; it made it easy to take a
huge dildo and fuck them with it right in front of everyone to see how well
they had been trained to take a good fucking, and it made it easy to beat
the shit out of them or shock them into a quivering mass of pain if they
objected to any of this in the slightest. You beat a horse when it wouldn't
pull hard enough and sent it to the rendering plant when the whip didn't
work anymore - it was no different with a slave. They were your property
to use as you saw fit - when they wouldn't or couldn't do it, you sent them
to the sausage factories and tanneries also to salvage what you could from
their body.
Once the captured young man from Asia Minor with the unpronounceable
name understood that's the way he was viewed now, he too smiled as he
thrust his sex organs out for yet another mauling and stifled his moans
when a big leather dildo was being jammed up his rear by some young kid out
for his jollies at the slave market.
After a week or so of being chained on a podium for buyer's
examinations, he was put up for auction and sold at a good price. The
bidding was quite competitive from among those who had milked him, played
with his tits, and massaged his balls more than once during the examination
period in the pens. Three women and two men ended up outbidding each other
over and over. Big Prick was hoping an attractive Roman woman buyer only
in her 30s would end up his new mistress, but it wasn't to be. She finally
gave in when the price exceeded her pocketbook and his new owner turned out
to be man in his mid-20s who was nice looking and even smiled as he hooked
his leash to Big Prick's' collar to take him to the docks for another trip
on a slave galley.
"Big Prick's a good name for you, slave," the new master said
pleasantly has he unhooked the leash and indicated his new purchase should
crawl into one of the cages in the hold of the creaking old freighter.
"Yes, master," Big Prick answered, noticing all the other cages were
already filled with slaves who were young, good looking, and, if male,
heavy hung. About half were female slaves, all with big tits, beautiful
long hair, and voluptuous bodies, any one of which he would sell his soul
to fuck right then and there.
"I see it doesn't take much to turn you on," his new master laughed,
reaching through the cage and squeezing his now erect prick. "You and all
these other bucks," he chuckled, pointing to the other male slaves also
showing hard through the bars of their cages.
"You and some of these others are going to my brothel in Callatis in
the province of Macedonia. Most of the time, it will be men customers
buying the goods so you're going to get a lot of ass and mouth action, but
we've got our women customers too so that big hard-on of yours is perfectly
appropriate. You'll get your chance to dip your own wick once in a while,
and make me some money while you're doing it. Sound good to you, slave?"
"Yes, master," Big Prick said, remembering to smile at his new owner
as he'd been taught to do.
Big Prick was the last to be bought that day at the Alexandria market
by this slave owner and, when his cage was locked, the stoke of the drum
timing the galley slaves oars started up and he and the other slaves were
on their way to their new homes. Actually, only three other male slaves
and two female slaves were headed up to Callatis. The others on the galley
were dropped off one by one along with other merchandise at various ports
on the way to Macedonia. Three were now owned by mistresses: two male
slaves and one female. The others had been purchased singly by individuals
wanting a body to contract out during the day for anything needed (the
biggest jobs contracting slaves by the day were road builders,
manufacturing plants, and municipalities) and warming their owners' beds at
night. Eventually, the five slaves headed for Callatis reached the Roman
settlement and their new life began.
Chocolate' and I'm Yours' were different than the other slaves. Both
were born slaves so they obviously didn't have the same slave breaking'
experiences the others had been subject to, since bred slaves knew nothing
other than serving others without question. Actually, both were
Mauritanians originally, some of the first products of the now well
established slave breeding operations initially set up in that area just 20
years ago.. Only now were some of the first products drifting into other
Roman markets, like Macedonia. Both, like most products of breeding farms,
were the products of selected slave sires and wenches specifically chosen
to product an endless flow of slave products for contemporary markets. Both
of these bred slaves were birthed 18 years ago which meant their conception
had been carefully orchestrated 9 months before that.
Chocolate had a pure black sire and a mulatto mother, yielding the
chocolate color leading to his name. Along with that, he had inherited a
splendid physique, handsome good looks, and sizable sexual organs which
were easily aroused. From birth on, he had been subjected to training
which emphasized his animal status, devoted and unquestioning obedience to
whoever owned him, and acceptance of the fact he was owned property and
always would be.
I'm Yours' was a product from the same breeding farm but he had a
slave stud from Southern Gaul and a native Arab breeding wench for his
parentage. This mixture produced a swarthy looking man with considerable
black body hair, a dark olive hide, blue eyes, a short and somewhat wiry
physique, unusually handsome facial features, and a proportional, but
average size prick that had been carefully circumcised in the Arab style at
birth but was easily aroused. Like Chocolate, his slave training had
started at birth and had never ceased until the day he was first auctioned
off. Like all others raised on the breeding farm, he had been trained in
appropriate slave behavior for almost all types of owners, how to best
satisfy a mistress or master in their bed, how to display their bodies as
slave properties, and how to "read" a master or mistress in what they
expected of a slave without having to be told. Like most slaves from the
breeding farms in the province of Mauritania, they had their vocal chords
cauterized when they were in their middle childhood, had completed their
sexual training by the time they were 16, and were marketed no later than
18, sooner if they were early maturers and their sexual organs were adult
sized and fully functioning.
The two bred slaves had been shipped in a lot of 60 to the vast
auction barns of Neopolis on the Italian mainland where the agent for the
Callatis brothel manager had placed successful bids on them. When told
they were bought for a brothel, they cried in happiness in that they knew
most of their colleagues wouldn't be so lucky - all slaves sold in Neapolis
knew the majority of animals like themselves were sold off for
manufacturing plants primarily located in Southern Italy, construction work
in almost all the large Roman cities, work deep underground in the gold and
silver mines of Spain and Greece, or down in the gem mines scattered
throughout Northern Africa and the countries south of Asia Minor. Only the
truly lucky ones got purchased as whores for the brothels.
The shipment from Neapolis to Callatis for these two Mauritanian
products was typical for slaves - jammed in the filthy hold of a large
slave galley for the sea voyage of the trip; jammed into slave wagons
pulled by teams of oxen or draft slaves (whichever were cheaper to buy)
that was simply a huge two story cage on wheels- each level holding about
100 bodies crammed into it) for the land portion of the trip. The ones
below in the slave wagons received the piss and shit of those caged above
them; the ones above suffered the worst of the sun beating through the bars
and being pressed against each other with each turn. One bred slave was in
a cage wagon pulled by a team of 40 draft slaves, 10 rows of four abreast
all chained together with two whipmasters making sure they pulled their
hardest at all times. The other bred slave was in another cage wagon
pulled by 10 oxen, 5 rows of two abreast. [Since an oxen cost as much as
four draft slaves currently, the cost was about the same. The oxen lasted
longer on a long pull but the slaves were somewhat faster. The oxen lived
longer under a heavy whip but it cost more to feed them so the choice
boiled down to whether slaves or oxen were the better buy when you happened
to be purchasing them. Of course, sometimes a draft slave was attractive
enough to bed down when they were unhitched. On the other hand, the
sausage factors paid much more for a worn out oxen's meat than they did for
a worn out slave's meat. And oxen hide brought more at the tannery than a
slave's whipped scarred hide.]
It was no different for Chocolate and I'm Yours than when they had
been shipped from the breeding farm in Mauritania to the sea port for
shipment to Neapolis. After a time in the holding pens in Neapolis for the
three day inspection period for potential buyers, they were now enroute
once again to their final destination - a place called the House of Male
Whores in a small Macedonian city catering primarily to the Roman
Legionnaires stationed there as well as the town citizens too poor to own
slaves of their own skilled in satisfying their sexual desires. When told
of their duties in their new home, they were delighted it was small and
intimate, their usage was carefully controlled by a house manager, and that
they would be sheltered and fed well as long as they met their new owner's
expectations without fail. When the transported slaves looked out at the
draft slaves whipped in place hitched to their cage wagon, they praised
their gods they were being sold as whores in a common brothel.
Once there, the five slaves were placed with the three free men whose
role was no different that the owned properties. The free boys had to feed
themselves, had to provide their own shelter outside of working hours, and
had to pay for their own medical help when needed. Since they left the
brothel during their off hours, they also had to provide clothing during
those times. The free boys got to keep 40% of the fee charged to use them;
the slaves got nothing, of course, since their sales cost had to be written
off over their useful life.
It didn't take long for the house manager Marcus to discover it was
far cheaper to stock the place with slaves as well as more convenient.
First off, despite their original costs, with the slaves you kept the full
fee paid by the customers. Secondly, it didn't cost much to feed the slaves
if you limited them to the healthy and very economical slave mush. They
slept in their own cribs so housing didn't amount to much extra
cost. Clothing costs were nil, of course, and medical costs were mainly
limited to treating diseases now and then - not too great a cost with good
preventative measures and cheap herbal remedies. Figuring a fine looking
and appealing slave costs quite a bit and probably depreciated over a
10-year period to practically zero in this line of work, it was still
cheaper to buy a slave and use him up than take on the free whores willing
to work at a 40% cut.
For one thing, you didn't have the problem of them turning down a
customer - slaves simply didn't have that option. Second, slaves could be
worked around the clock - they weren't there for an mere eight-hour shift
and then leave. Third, slaves knew they were expected to perform all acts
requested, whereas free boys sometimes refused to do certain things and
that created real problems with demanding customers who felt "you paid your
money, you got what you wanted." Fourth, slaves weren't running around on
"off-hours" drinking, carousing, fucking on their own, etc., like the free
boys were wont to do. Slaves were kept in their cribs around the clock and
were only let out for the mandatory exercise periods that kept them in
great shape, unlike most free boys who tended to let themselves slowly
drift out of shape (and appeal). Fifth, slaves couldn't just quit or
disappear. Free boys tended to be unreliable in this respect. The minute
they found a better job situation or a "sweet daddy" to take them on or a
girl friend they liked, they were gone and you ended up having to recruit
yet another boy to take their place.
Most brothels soon learned slaves made far better whores than freeboys
for all these reasons and, over time, discovered they cost less over a
10-year period no matter how much they cost to start with, all things
considered. Besides, when their youthful looks deserted them (despite all
the exercising and good diets), you could still sell them off as draft
slaves for a good 50% return on your original investment.
The end result: free boys simply couldn't compete in the open
marketplace and free boys with a big prick, a pretty face, and a handsome
body soon found it was hard to get a job in any brothel where they had a
chance of supporting themselves. Within a decade, it was obvious brothels
would be staffed completely with slaves, especially if the price of slaves
held steady, let alone decline as was the trend with the breeding of slaves
becoming more and more established throughout the Empire.
This was certainly the case in the Palace of Male Whores located in
little known Callatis, Macedonia. The freeboys Octavian, Sippio, and
Longines didn't last all that long.
Octavian was too fussy about who he would let bed him down - he turned
down so many customers, Marcus fired him within three months. He then got
a job picking up garbage for the city, but lost that job when the city
switched to slave labor exclusively. When he tried to get back on at the
brothel with a much more liberal agenda of who he would take on and what
they could do with his body, Master Marcus laughed at him and threw him
out. He died of lung fever at 30 due to exposure, malnutrition, and filthy
living conditions.
Sippio was a little smarter. He seldom turned down anyone wanting to
rent his body and would do most anything anyone could come up with in the
use of his body. But he was smart enough to realize that his 40% take
couldn't begin to cover the cost of feeding and housing himself, let alone
seeking out appropriate medical care when needed. After extending his
hours at the brothel to 16 hours a day on duty to increase his income, he
still was having financial troubles. He came to the conclusion he would be
better off as a slave and sold himself cheap to Master Marcus, the brothel
manager, giving the money his body brought to his younger brother who was
in dire circumstances himself. After he sold himself into slavery, his life
was little different except he was now getting much better food, actually
ended up with a little more free time, and fitted in better with the other
boys working at the brothel. It was better where someone else was
responsible for taking care of their property - mainly him.
Longines was a little brighter than the other two free boys and he
suspected from the very beginning trying to compete with slaves for the
available work was well nigh hopeless. Once he saw how well Master Marcus
took care of the property he owned - obviously trying to extend their life
as appealing whores as long as possible before selling them off for their
labor potential - he went to a local slave dealer on his off hours and
investigated what might happen if he became a slave himself. When the
dealer explained he would probably bring the highest price if he were sold
in a market within the city of Rome itself, Pedro signed himself over to
the dealer with the promise he would be shipped to Rome where staffing
brothels brought top prices. Longines promised the dealer a 10% commission
on his sale price if he sold in Rome and the other 90% would go to his
mother. A contract was set up, signed and notarized, and soon Longines was
on a ship to a slave market in the largest city in the world, the very hub
of the Roman Empire. There, he sold within three days at one of the
highest prices of that day's auction. The dealer was happy with his cut
and his mother was overjoyed at her son's success in the world. It was
truly a win-win situation for everyone. Longines loved the Roman
whorehouse he ended up at - they catered to foreign merchants and tradesmen
(mostly Roman freedmen) and he enjoyed being sexually used by those of
every color complexion and varied ethnic groups who loved his blond hair
and gray eyes along with his big prick and handsome face. As freed slaves
themselves, they fully understood the obligations of a slave to satisfy
them fully and took advantage of those obligations while, at the same time,
understanding his desires to better himself in this world within his very
limited circumstances.
So two of the three free boys ended up as slaves anyway. The one that
didn't died a rotten death and, obviously, would have fared much better as
a slave. Meanwhile, the now all-slave staff at the Calllatis whorehouse
were reasonable happy, were well taken care of, and were proud of their
satisfied customers. Even when they got too old for the bed, they were
still of value in the labor market and would be assured of food, shelter,
and a master or mistress that valued them.
THE END
[The author would like to know if anyone actually reads these stories.
Please let me know with your comments. Thanks! Bill Smith
(anonymous4371@juno.com)]